Looking in the water,
there is a reflection
but only an image,
it is distorted, wavy, hidden.

It is only an image,
it is only what the world showed at that time,
it is only part of the whole,
it is only a moment.

That image,
it changes with a breeze,
it changes with movement,
it changes with the tide.

But it's still there.
The reflection of the truth,
The core of being,
It can be distorted but not changed.

Maybe it's not as clear as it should be.
Could the water be a trick?
Is this not as...


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